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My Brain Spillage

My Brain Spillage Daily Blogs and Distractions FROM SOMEWHERE DEEP WITHIN THE SEQUOIA NATIONAL PARK Saturday, January 26, 2013 DAD- A MEMORIAL He was a hard man and rancher from birth, standing poised against the approaching sunset. The smoke from a distant forest fire gave an ominous red glow to the retreating sun. The Native Americans believed a red dawn was a sign that blood would be spilt that day, and this day had been no exception to that lore. Re-holstering his